"Well, the hunters took care of the wild animals here. Everything was natural. A lot of draws everywhere. Today there are big fields. There used to be much game here; walking in nature, one would easily met a deer, a hare - today there are large areas. Collective farms plowed it up, there are big fields and you can see the game only from a distance and in large groups. There used to be a smaller herd, one found it slowly at every step where the hares chased each other. There was a herd of about twenty-five partridges, they flew here, it was a pleasure to watch them, to feed them in winter. Today's collective farms plowed the fields and that's not the same anymore. Either the field is yellow, where there is only rapeseed, or there is only corn. Or heavy rain will come and all the soil will be washed away into the valley, and there is no use for it. And more domestic crops were grown, each privateer had his own field to make a living. They had potatoes, beets, various field crops, others - everyone grew beans, peas. There is no more of that in the village today. And how was it with that neighborhood help, even in agriculture? It was such a barter trade. You have a lot of potatoes, so you give me two meters of potatoes, and I have a bigger field again and much wheat, so again I will give you two bags of wheat. There were orchards where the landlord liked to grow apples, so he supplied the whole village with apples. They went to the cherries to help the neighbors pick, someone had a strawberry plantation, so they went to help pick strawberries. People were closer to each other when Grandma baked a bun and said, 'I have little flour, I need more,' so she went to a neighbor: 'Look, don't you have any yeast?' So one neighbor gave yeast, the other had better flour, so she lent flour again. Someone´s hens laid little eggs, so we asked another neighbor for eggs, and if I can't help you with the products, I'll help you chop wood or whitewash the house, for example, it was up to the craftsman how good one was at his craft."